Day 3
So I’m not going to work today, but it’s still a journey isn’t it? More so I’m really enjoying these notes. Turns out I not only have favourite positions in a carriage, I also have a favourite carriage! This would be a good time for anyone to shake their head and write my case off as desperately sad and beyond help. But you can’t! So I feel good. *insert smiley face here*
When I got on the platform today, the first person I saw was a mom wearing knock-off uggs, huge earrings holding a buggy (pram), nothing interesting here, moving on. The second person I saw made me howl with laughter in my head. He looked like comic bookstore guy from the Simpson. Seriously long shaggy dirty blonde hair, over weight, glasses (ok comic bookstore guy didn’t wear glasses or dress in all black everything) but he had giant head phones on - the type you know cost a fortune but still look basic, had an iPad and was wearing a graphic tee.
Of course I followed him into his carriage to stalk him some more. I’m sitting here adjacent to him, smiling away as I steal glances at him while comic bookstore guy’s voice reads words to me in my head.
Ok let me leave comic bookstore guy and tell you about the people around me. There’s a man with THE most striking pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. They’re not exceptionally blue nor is he exceptionally handsome. If anything, he’s a softly greying mid thirties - early forties year old man. He’s dressed very casually, American casually - blue jeans, jogging/running trainers, back pack, north face parka jacket and a rubber digital watch but his eyes…. They’re like a crystal clear blue still lake with a bottomless pool of the darkest midnight blue in the middle.
Quick change of trains (I got on the train going towards my destination but branches off at some point). Ha! What are the odds? I recognised a face on the new train! Doubt he did mine though, but that sure made me smile for half a second. Our lives aren’t so random after all
Return journey
Surely it must be a crime to stink so much that I have to change my seat! Ok maybe he didn’t stink that much, but my nostrils are extremely sensitive! Ugh! Between the stench and trying to fiddle with my bloody earphones (they seem to have internal contact issues) I didn’t take that much notice of the people in the carriage with me.
*Seriously, you don’t know frustration till one earphone stops working, then you have contact issues, then it fucking stops working altogether all in the duration of one less that two hour ride. Grrrrrr! I was so frustrated this evening.
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